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POEMS.
THE MAY QUEEN.
i.
You must wake and call me early, call me early, mother dear;
Tomorrow 'ill be the happiest time of all the blythe Newyear;
Of all the glad Newyear, mother, the maddest merriest day—
For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the May.
You must wake and call me early, call me early, mother dear;
Tomorrow 'ill be the happiest time of all the blythe Newyear;
Of all the glad Newyear, mother, the maddest merriest day—
For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the May.
ii.
There's many a black black eye, they say, but none so bright as mine:
There's Margaret and Mary, there's Kate and Caroline:
There's many a black black eye, they say, but none so bright as mine:
There's Margaret and Mary, there's Kate and Caroline:
